Chapter 16 The “L” Word #2
Ernest dragged me out of the elevator and hastily opened the door. As soon as we were safely inside his apartment, he pushed me against the wall. It was the exact spot where we’d made love on New Year’s Eve.
He took off my plaid shirt and pants but left the wet T-shirt. Then he slowly began pulling my boxers down. Another large wet spot. Oh fuck.
Shouldn’t I be embarrassed as hell?
Ernest paused.
I stood there with drenched boxer briefs halfway down my thighs and milk stains on my chest. I was panting, my cock sticking out under the hem of my T-shirt, my hole wide open and aching. My balls were drawn up tight.
My mate studied me for a long while, touching me lightly with his fingertips. He brushed the wet spots over my nipples, traced the curve of my underbelly, and swiped a drop of precum from the tip of my cock.
Then he turned me around and spread my ass cheeks.
“Fuck. Lawrie.”
“How does it look?”
My heart sped up when I heard a click of his phone camera. Then he showed me the screen.
My rim was dark pink, puffed up, and glistening. It gaped open, a dark hole in the center, and a trickle of oily slick ran down to my balls.
The sight of my own horny ass had me throbbing inside.
“Ernest…” I gasped.
And then he rammed his cock into me.
Oh sweet Lord, it was paradise.
He fucked me slowly and thoroughly, with long, deep thrusts, steady and firm. The orgasms came and went, my cum dripping down the wall and my T-shirt now drenched, a single stain covering my entire torso.
When Ernest came in me, I was sobbing from the excess of sensations. He flipped me around and brought me to the floor. He made me straddle his hips and take in his still hard cock. I sat on it with gratitude. I wasn’t ready to be empty just yet.
Then he slid my T-shirt over my head and went to town on my nipples.
It couldn’t have been comfortable for him to curve his back like that so he could suck my nipple and stay inside me, but he managed for the longest time, alternating sides. I might have left my body for a while there.
He came inside me the second time, and we collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
“I like edging, I think,” I said after a long silence.
“I don’t think marathon fucking and multiple orgasms count as edging.”
“Prolonged foreplay?”
“For the record, the way the car smelled toward the end was just obscene. You can get horny in there whenever you like.”
“Noted. Just be careful who you give a ride to afterward.”
Ernest snorted.
By Friday, a mere week after the first time we touched, I couldn’t imagine how I could ever be without Ernest. In fact, I had trouble remembering who I even was before I knew he existed.
The bonding had been simply magical.
Yes, we had sex several times a day, interspersed with cuddling, nursing, and making out. We spent most of our time together naked, wrapped in each other. But we also worked a little, went out for meals and long walks, and we talked. For hours.
The more I knew Ernest, the happier I felt.
“I don’t want to go to work on Monday,” I mumbled against his naked shoulder. We hugged on the bed after another round of wild monkey sex, and the plug was tucked inside me, holding his cum in me the way I loved.
“We don’t have to,” Ernest said, kneading my ass cheeks with both hands. He pressed my body closer, my chest rubbing against his, and I groaned.
“We must. You have a prototype you’re supposed to be turning into the next miracle technology, and I have a cranky dragon to manage.”
“If Davidson gives you a hard time, tell me.”
“I’ve dealt with him before. Don’t you dare come swooping in now. I’m very good at my job and don’t need you saving me.”
“Sorry.”
“I suspect that because he knows that I know, he’ll be annoyingly careful with me.”
“Has he really been that terrible?”
“I know he’s your friend, but…working for him is difficult.”
“You don’t have to do it, Lawrie.”
“One change at a time, okay? Besides, one of the few things that makes the prospect of being away from you bearable is the fact that we’ll be working in the same building.”
He nuzzled my face. “I should be at the headquarters for the first few days at least, going through the blueprints and data from previous tests. We’ll carpool and have lunch together.
And when we go flying, you’ll come with us.
You’ve accompanied Davidson before, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?
I saw you at the hangar before Christmas. ”
“That was you? The guy in the ball cap in front of the hangar? You were far away, and I didn’t see your face.”
“Yes, it was me. Can you come with Davidson as his assistant when we do more test flights?”
“That’s up to him.”
“I can ask him.”
“No. I’ll do it. You’ve interfered enough. I refuse to feel like I’m hiding behind my alpha anytime I need to solve a conflict.”
Ernest pulled in a deep breath. “Sorry,” he said again, making me chuckle.
“We have the weekend before we need to face reality again. What are we going to do?”
His hands resumed the massage, and he nibbled on my jaw. “Besides fucking as much as possible?”
I could feel his cock harden against my belly, barely an hour after he’d come inside me last time. The end of our unusual honeymoon was nearing, and I refused to deny myself anything.
“How about you fuck me and add one more load into me?” I whispered, getting aroused by my own dirty words. New me was kinky as hell. “Plug me, and let’s go out for a drink somewhere.”
Shaking his head, Ernest rubbed his fingers through my crease, jostling the plug. “Last time, you complained it had been a stupid idea.”
“Maybe I’m feeling stupid again.”
Ernest hooked his arm under my knee and spread my body open with one smooth move.
With his other hand, he gently pulled the plug out.
I whined, my ass gaping open, the wetness threatening to leak out.
But the way Ernest held me, my hips angled up, it all stayed safely inside, as if my ass was a cup, half empty, waiting to be refilled.
He teased my rim with his cockhead while he gauged my reactions. I gave him what he wanted. I didn’t hold anything back. Every sensation, every gasp… I showed him everything.
“Do you really want me this much, Lawrie?”
“All the time.”
His gaze slid down to my crease. “Your body has changed. Not just your chest and stomach, but your hole too. It’s beautiful. The rim is swollen, open for me. You’ve gotten used to having my cock or at least my cum in you all the time, haven’t you?”
“I feel empty. I need you, Ernest.”
“But both at the same time is best, isn’t it?” Holding me folded in half, he slowly inched into me, stretching me, and I sighed with relief. “My cock pushes the cum deeper into you. So much cum. How many loads have you taken? I’ve lost count.”
“Not enough.”
A harsh thrust shoved me up the sofa, and I moaned from deep in my stomach where his cockhead hit the underside of my womb. Another firm fuck, skin slapping.
“Right there,” I cried. “More!”
“Yeah? You want it hard?”
“Uh-huh. Yes.”
“I’ll fucking ruin your hole.”
He began pumping his hips with force, his skin slapped against mine, and I soared as my orgasm built, rising to incredible heights. And higher. Grunting, Ernest fucked me harder than ever, but I was softer than jelly, taking every ruthless thrust like a loving kiss to my nervous system.
When he finally came, I was a shivering mess. He stayed inside me until he softened, then plugged me. He held me while I twitched with aftershocks.
“Holy hell, Ernest,” I mumbled. I was so overstimulated; my lips and tongue felt numb. “That was epic.”
“I can’t believe I was so rough with you.”
“It felt marvelous. Mind-blowing orgasms one after another. You can be rough with me anytime. I’ll beg you to rail me like this again soon.” Did I articulate properly? Some words seemed trickier to pronounce.
“Aren’t you sore?”
“No. Liquefied. I don’t think I can move my legs, and my hips have melted. It’s very nice. Lovely, in fact.”
He shook his head, chuckling. “You can’t move your legs, and that’s lovely?”
“Uh-huh. You’ve fucked me into mush.” I wiggled my ass, jostling the plug. “Mmm. I’m having the best sex. My mate is a beast with a monster cock, and he fucks me into nirvana every day. It’s lovely.”
“Lawrie, sweetheart, you sound high as a kite.”
“Yep. It’s all those orgasms. I’m high on those.”
Laughing, Ernest squeezed me to his chest. “I love you like crazy.”
“I think I love you too.”
Suddenly, Ernest paused and leaned back. He cradled my face in his big hands and blinked a few times, his expression intense. “Do you mean that?” he asked quietly, looking fearful.
I sorted through the pink fog in my brain so I wouldn’t say anything stupid. But the sensations in my body and the happiness in my heart were clear as a day. “You’re my mate. My other half and all of that, right?”
He ran his thumbs along my jaw and rubbed them over my lips. “Yes.”
“Then I figure I’ll probably love you much more than this in the future.”
Ernest’s expression softened, and he roamed my features, grinning. “You’re incredible.”
“You look happy. I like that.”
“And you sound drunk.”
“Yep. I love it. I demand you fuck my brains out anytime I’m sad or nervous or afraid. I’ll be the happiest man on earth for the rest of my very long life.”
“I can do that. I quite like fucking your brains out.”
Giggling, I snuggled into his embrace. My limbs felt heavy, the fatigue pleasant, covering me like a fluffy blanket. I was almost falling asleep when Ernest’s phone rang. He rolled, and I stretched.
“Sorry, Lawrie, I have to take that.”
“Sure.”
He sat against the headboard and fumbled for my hand.
“Hi… Um. Sorry for that.” Peering at me anxiously, Ernest was quiet for a while, listening to the caller.
Noticing the tension in him, I woke up properly.
“I haven’t asked him yet, no.” Who was he talking to?
“I will, I promise. Can I call you back later?” He winced.
“I know. I’m sorry. I won’t forget this time, I promise.
” I squeezed his hand, wanting to soothe him even though I had no idea what was going on.
“I will. Yes. Absolutely. Bye, Dad. Love you too.”
Ah. So that’s what it’s about.
Ernest put the phone away and faced me, looking sheepish.
“Your omega dad?” I clarified.
“Yes. I’ve ignored a couple of his calls yesterday. He understands, but he’s right that I could have at least messaged.”
“Is he mad at you?”
“No. Just impatient.”
“Why?”
“He wants to meet you.”
I sat up. “Why?”
Ernest held my hand in both of his, playing with my fingers. “It’s, um, kind of a big deal for them too. That I now have a mate.”
“But we’ve been together only for a week? Isn’t that too early to meet the parents?”
“See, in my parents’ minds, we’re a done deal. So they…want to meet their son-in-law.” Ernest gulped, blushing furiously. I would have been freaking out if he weren’t so adorably flustered.
“We kind of are a done deal, aren’t we?”
He kissed my fingertips. “Yes.”
“I guess we could meet them for dinner during the week. They live close to Ardaine, right?”
“You’d do that?”
What did I just suggest? It seemed logical for a second there. “I guess. Are they scary?”
Ernest laughed at that. “I’ll ask my father not to shift in front of you. My omega dad is scary as hell, but I suspect he might not have the same effect on you.”
I grinned at that. “Are you scared of him?”
“Oh yes. I love him to bits, but I rarely dare to contradict him.”
“Aww. Why is that?”
“He’s…a special kind of man. You’ll see.”
“I figure he has to be if he raised five dragon children.”
“I’ll have you know we were all very well-behaved.”
“I’m sure you were.”
“Was that sarcasm?”
“You tell me.”
“I once dropped a toy helicopter from a two-hundred-feet height into my dad’s flower beds.”
“Oh Lord.”
Raising dragon children would be quite a challenge.